You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you. — Madeleine L’Engle
You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.
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Suddenly there was a great burst of light through the Darkness. The light spread out and where it touched the Darkness the Darkness disappeared. The light spread until the patch of Dark Thing had vanished, and there was only a gentle shining, and through the shining came the stars, clear and pure.
Alike and Equal are not the same.
Suddenly she knew. She knew! Love. That was what she had that IT did not have. She had Mrs. Whatsit's love, and her father's, and mother's, and the real Charles Wallace's love, and the twins', and Aunt Beast's. And she had her love for them. But how could she use it? What was she meant to do?
